Finally, an actual chronological chapter. When's it set? After 'Second Opinion', while Derek is dreaming.
DerekHis dream wasn't about the recurring nightmare of his dad's death or the undead horror Adam. Which he was remotely glad for…
The cold metal of the smoking weapon was like a power he never hoped to attain. On the side it said 'Sword 9mm'. It shone like silver, yet it had dark powers. It was smoking too. It had just shot. And the puller was Derek.
"Now, get out of my way." He stormed off into the night, his presence long gone before anyone knew what happened.
At another place…"Yippee-yo!" said Greg, running at his trademark 200mph.
"Go away, Greg," said Derek, matching the same speed.
"Awww… c'mon, Derek, don't be Mr. Hardboiled."
"I don't need you. I need-"
"A good race?"
"No."
"Awww… you're no fun."
Derek's good mind and rational thinking told him that Greg had become some sort of non-serious person. While his subconscious said that he'd always been like that.
"Arrrgh, why are you like this when my best friend has been kidnapped?"
"Whoa, didn't know that! Who is it?"
"Angie."
"Oh, has ickle Deweky-kins got a crush?"
"Shut up. No-one calls me that, you're on Greg."
"Yeah, I thought you- Whoa!" said Greg as the bullet ricocheted off the ground in front of Greg.
"This is for you!" he shouted, the gun fixed on Greg.
"If that's the way you want to play it, fine." He turned around span on the ground, and dashed towards him. As the punch connected, Derek crashed down to earth.
"Wow, Derek, you're up."
"Have you been having scary dreams lately?"
His question was interrupted by an unmistakable line
No more gods, no more graves
Are you friend or fiend?
He needed no tension break.